"You shall be the victim of My Presence in the Divine Sacrament. Through a bitter dislike for all that is not of Me, I want to use you to save many souls. They have cost Me so dear. For the sake of souls, do not refuse Me anything. I beg you not to desert Me. When I leave you prey to anguish, your suffering wards off Divine Justice when it is about to strike many sinners."

   "I have come to reveal to you the feeling of My Heart, Draw near to Me. When you see Me submerged in grief, rise and go with Me. Give Me company. Contemplate Me in the prison of My tabernacle. I endure cold, sleeplessness, hunger, thirst, pain and desertion. Pray for the soul that receives Me. How many days and nights should I spend longing for souls to come back? Shout out and assure them that I am thirsty for them. I love them all. I am calling them all into My sheepfold. These are grave moments. I am in the state of ignominy. What a pain from….. blow after blow is discharged by the blasphemers. The Freemasons, with whips and fretted cords, strike me with such violence that My very bones are shaken and I am torn with innumerable wounds."

   "Pray and console Me. Implore mercy for souls. Let yourself be guided by grace and by the desire to console Me. My grace will help you to do whatever I ask of you. Do not fear. Give Me all the freedom over you. See the pains that I receive from My own….."

   "Pray and cloister them in your heart. Put yourself in the high spirit of contemplation. I love mankind."

   "I give My blessing."

2.30 a.m., 6^th February, 1988